âXu Chuzhengâ¦â Yu Yue pointed at Chuzheng, âPick that shit up for me.â
âI wonât.â
Chuzheng slightly lifted her chin.
Yu Yue, fuming with anger, walked straight toward her, causing the surrounding students to scatter to the sides.
âXu Chuzheng, it seems you wonât shed tears until you see the coffin,â Yu Yue said, her face seething with fury as she quickly approached, apparently ready to strike.
Chuzheng and Yu Yue were separated by an overturned desk.
Chuzheng kicked the desk again.
The desk scraped across the floor with a grating, teeth-aching screech as it rapidly slammed into Yu Yue.
Yu Yue hadnât expected Chuzheng to make this move.
The desk hit her legs, sending her tumbling backward.
Desks and chairs clattered to the ground in disarray.
Among the chaos, the girl lifted her chin with an indifferent expression, coldly watching her humiliation, yet not showing the triumph of a victor.
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The office.
She hadnât been here for two days, yet Chuzheng had already been to the office twice, which she admitted was a bad sign.
âWhat the hell were you two doing in the classroom? Is this how students behave? Are you here to study or to fight?â
This time, it wasnât Teacher Zhou lecturing them, but the Disciplinary Head.
The Disciplinary Head was the quintessential image straight out of a romance novelâa middle-aged man with a balding pate and beer belly, somewhat greasy.
The Disciplinary Head had seen the desk that Chuzheng kicked, meaning she couldnât deny her involvement.
A bit worried.
Indeed, she shouldnât resort to violence when there are many people around.
She shouldnât do this next time⦠try not to do it.
âDirector, Yu Yue was the first to throw my book,â Chuzheng spoke up first.
Yu Yueâs legs were still throbbing with pain.
Hearing Chuzhengâs accusation, she immediately glared at her in fury.
Just as she was about to speak, the Disciplinary Head cut her off, âYu Yue, I know youâre a good student, but is this how you should conduct yourself at school? Is this what a student should do?â
The Disciplinary Head tapped his ruler hard against the desk.
He was not Teacher Zhou, and his words were blunt, leaving no room for Yu Yue to save face.
In the presence of the Disciplinary Head, Yu Yue seemed to restrain herself.
She opened her mouth but struggled to speak.
âSorry, I was just joking with Student Xu,â Yu Yue lowered her head and admitted her fault.
âI was also joking with Student Yu,â Chuzheng quickly followed up.
The Disciplinary Head: ââ¦â
Do you two think Iâm an idiot?
âDirector, umâ¦â Outside the office, a teacher knocked on the door, âAre you busy?â
The Disciplinary Head, already irritated, was not pleased with the interruption, âWhat is it?â
âItâs about the family of the transfer student. Theyâd like to have a word with you.â
The Disciplinary Head nodded, then turned back with a stern look, âI donât care who started it, but you need to behave like students at school. Reflect on your mistakes. Youâre both to sweep the playground for a week, and write a 2000-word reflection to hand in. Now go back.â
Chuzheng casually put her hands in her pockets and walked out of the office composed and calm.
The teacher brought a man inside.
A boy was standing in the outside corridor.
The uniform he wore was different from their schoolâs, resembling that of a private institution, commonly known as an elite school.
His blazer was unbuttoned, revealing a white collared shirt with the top two buttons undone, showing his slender neck and delicate collarbone.
The boy had bruises on his face, with the worst around his eyes and lips, clearly someone who had been through rough times.
Despite his injuries, one could tell the boy was very handsome.
However, at the moment, he seemed brooding and gave off an unpleasant vibe.
Chuzheng walked past the boy and returned to her classroom.
Yu Yue had skipped the afternoon classes and hadnât come back.
The second period in the afternoon.
Teacher Zhou suddenly came, bringing along the boy Chuzheng had seen outside the Disciplinary Headâs office.
âThis is a new transfer studentâ¦â
As soon as Teacher Zhouâs words had ended, the classroom erupted.
âA transfer student, huh? How come weâve never heard about a transfer student coming before?â
âHis face is full of injuries⦠Did he get expelled from his old school for fighting?â
âHeâs really handsome!â A girlâs voice whispered, barely containing her excitement.
âHow can you tell heâs handsome with all those injuries on his face?â a boy challenged, not convinced.
âThe injuries donât cover his entire face, you have to look beyond the surface to see the essence,â the girl countered.
The injuries on the boyâs face were just bruises, none swollen.
His features were very distinct, and you could indeed tell he was handsome.
âEven with his injuries, thereâs a kind of decadent beauty to him! You guys wouldnât understand,â she said to the boys with disdain.
âYeah yeah, we donât understand, youâre just swooning over another smelly boy,â someone retorted.
ââ¦â
Teacher Zhouâs voice was stern: âQuiet!â
The discussion below instantly quieted down.
âIntroduce yourself,â Teacher Zhou said to the boy standing at the door.
From Teacher Zhouâs tone, you could tell she was not very welcoming of the boy.
The boy stepped up to the podium and under the excited gaze of the girls, he parted his lips: âJih Cheng.â
After he spoke, there was no more to say.
The classroom fell into a slightly awkward atmosphere.
Teacher Zhou broke the tension, âJih Cheng, please take a seatâ¦â
She looked around the classroom and noticed that there was only one empty seat near Chuzheng.
ââ¦Just sit there for now.â
The students looked towards Chuzheng, and the girls seemed a tad disappointed.
Jih Cheng didnât nod or say anything but headed straight for the seat Teacher Zhou had pointed out.
Chuzheng was leaning on the desk, facing away.
After Jih Cheng sat down, he caught a glimpse of a piece of paper under Chuzhengâs hand marked with the bold words âReflection Paper.â
The characters were neat and beautiful.
But below that, the page was blank.
Jih Cheng lowered his eyes and sat down with indifference.
This was not Teacher Zhouâs class, and after arranging for Jih Cheng, she left.
The teacher in charge knew about the transfer student, and since Jih Cheng had yet to receive his new textbooks, the teacher asked him to share with his deskmate.
Butâ¦
Aside from the reflection paper, there werenât any books on his deskmateâs desk.
Jih Cheng glanced at the girl leaning on her desk, not sure if she was asleep or just didnât want to deal with anyone, then turned his gaze back to stare blankly at the desk.
âHere⦠you can use mine for now,â the girl next to him offered, placing her book carefully on his desk.
Jih Cheng looked up, didnât refuse, but didnât open the book either.
Jih Cheng zoned out for a while, and when he came back to himself, his peripheral vision caught his deskmate.
She had somehow sat up and was writing with a pen.
The reflection paper now had more than four lines written.
Each character was written extremely slowly, but her handwriting was beautiful, each stroke nearly identical.
Perhaps feeling his gaze, the girl looked over coldly, âWhat are you looking at?â
Jih Cheng looked away and resumed his daydreaming.
After class, a classmate took him to get his books.
When Jih Cheng returned with a stack of books, there happened to be a boy standing at his spot, talking to the girl.
âHey junior, here, Iâve brought back your books,â Zhu Zian leaned on the desk, âI heard you had another clash with Yu Yue today?â
âYeah.â
âAwesome,â Zhu Zian gave her a thumbs up.
Zhu Zian wanted to say more but suddenly felt someone standing beside him.
âThis is my spot,â the boyâs voice came, flat and even.
Zhu Zian didnât get up, and just glanced over from his slouched position on the desk, then stood up after a moment, âAlright junior, Iâm off.â